At the same time, the Sacred Patrol opposite sighed and raised his hand as well.
"I’ll ask one last time." He lifted his eyes, gazing into Yue Dewen’s. "If you come over to my side now, there will be a new seat next to me. Your status can be on par with mine."
Yue Dewen did not respond, only showing a trace of regret in his eyes as he strode forward.
White clouds and mist gushed endlessly from behind him, transforming into a wave of energy that surged towards the other side.
He had only one strike left in him.
And this strike would be the strongest he had ever delivered.
No matter what, he, Yue Dewen, would not be defeated by anyone. The only one who could defeat him was himself!
Countless clouds rolled up, crashing onto the blue light barrier around, quickly dispelling, dimming, and annihilating the blue light on the entire high platform.
"What a pity... Xiaozhi, Rongfang, I couldn’t see you one last time....."
He murmured softly, his hands suddenly coming together in front of his chest.
"Master, did you just put me in second place??" Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Aren’t I your most valued Daoist? Senior Brother just knows how to recluse all day, can he compare to my ambition?
I can’t just pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now."
"Who told you to come late?" Yue Dewen replied with a smile, "Your Senior Brother used to be an incredible genius too.... Genius is what your master likes the most!"
Hmm!?
Suddenly, his expression stiffened.
What the heck!?
Who was that talking just now!?
He seemed to have heard his disciple Zhang Rongfang’s voice just now?
But in such an extremely dangerous place, how could someone as ordinary as Spirit General Zhang Rongfang possibly be here??
Buzz....
Before he could regain his composure, a vague and noisy vibration quickly approached from the massive surface crack above the cave.
The sound went from distant to near.
From soft to loud.
Getting closer and closer...
Getting louder and louder....
Yue Dewen at this moment realized that it wasn’t just him, the Sacred Patrol opposite also raised his head with a solemn expression, looking upward.
"What is this!?!" The Sacred Patrol’s eyes were filled with deep confusion and shock.
He had never felt such an aura, such a force!
Having lived for hundreds of years, continuously enduring the convergence and harvest of heaven and earth, but this time... it seemed something was different.
Strange, bloodthirsty, grand, ancient.
The eyes of both men simultaneously penetrated the deep crack, falling on the edge of the rock wall.
Swish!!!
With a sudden flash, the bloody shadow descended like a beam of light from the sky, crossing a large distance of the crack, falling straight towards the two on the high platform.
The bloody shadow descended, trailing an afterimage like a dark red arrow, suddenly halting above the two.
With a swish, a pair of massive dark red bat wings, ten meters wide, suddenly spread open.
Endless blood-colored fumes spread and evaporated from the wings, permeating all around.
"Looks like I made it just in time."
The shadow on the bloody figure was dispelled by the blue light, revealing a face that neither Yue Dewen nor the Sacred Patrol could have imagined.
The face was terrifyingly young!
"Rong...fang...!?!!!" Yue Dewen lifted his head, his eyes full of confusion, doubt, astonishment, and.... shock!
"Is it really you!?" He was bewildered, not understanding how his most valued disciple turned into such a ghostly appearance.
"How did you... get in here??"
"As you can see. I flew in." Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.
"..."
Yue Dewen wanted to say something else, but the Sacred Patrol opposite burst into thunderous laughter.
"Truly remarkable.... Hahaha!" The Sacred Patrol’s gaze softened, looking at Zhang Rongfang as if reminiscing a past figure.
"The youngsters of today are much stronger than we were back then...."
"Old man, you’re about to die." Zhang Rongfang looked at the Sacred Patrol, smiling.
"This is a war for us old folks, not something for a mere brat like you to meddle in." The Sacred Patrol shook his head, chuckling.
"Whether I can meddle is not for you to decide."
Zhang Rongfang gently landed on the ground, standing firmly in front of Yue Dewen.
"I once thought the master would remain invincible, always able to protect me. Unfortunately, I was wrong."
Behind him, Yue Dewen’s lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but there was an inexplicable touch in his heart. He couldn’t utter a word.
"I thought he would remain unbeatable, forever sheltering us. But now it seems.... he’s just an ordinary old man after all!" Zhang Rongfang laughed.
"You little brat!!" Yue Dewen slapped Zhang Rongfang on the head.
Slap.
His hand was caught by Zhang Rongfang.
In a sudden exertion, the latter forcibly flung him off the high platform.
"Down you go." Zhang Rongfang raised a finger.
A mass of blood water inexplicably appeared from the ground, catching the falling Yue Dewen.
"If you can’t hold on any longer, don’t force it! You’ve supported us for so long, protected us for so long, now...."
He turned his gaze back to the Sacred Patrol.
"It’s my turn to protect you!"
Yue Dewen did not resist.
In that instant of contact, he discovered that his disciple’s current physical strength was incredibly vast.
A completely different level from before.
He himself was already on the brink of collapse, stumbling and sitting heavily on the blood water, gasping for air.
The dark golden disc behind him gradually disappeared, at the same time, the white clouds swirling around quickly faded and dissipated.
Watching Zhang Rongfang confront the Sacred Patrol on the high platform, for some reason, he suddenly felt his eyes moisten.
"You little brat.... Just as harsh on the elders, got something in my eye!" He blinked hard, the Divine Power of the Flame Emperor Talisman flowed slightly, instantly drying his eyes.
At this moment, on the high platform.
The Sacred Inspector kept watching Zhang Rongfang with an unusual gaze.
He didn’t interrupt the attempt to swap the two, just quietly watched and waited.
"Has anyone ever mentioned..."
He only spoke slowly after Zhang Rongfang completely threw his master down.
"You resemble someone."
"You should say, someone resembles me." Zhang Rongfang retorted.
His wings flapped vigorously, stirring everything on the high platform and causing a whirlwind to blow around.
The intense airflow formed a fierce wind, making the robes of both shake continuously.
"I, Zhang Rongfang, created the Human Immortal Martial Dao, Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, Five Qi Converging to the Source, and now I’ve attained immortality! Self-proclaimed as Blood Immortal Ancestor!"
"Who in this world can compare with me at my age!?"
Zhang Rongfang spread his arms, his eyes glowing red in the blue light, resembling two blazing blood flames.
"Impressive spirit! Quite a stance." The Sacred Inspector gently clapped. "I just wonder if your actual power matches what you’ve claimed."
Creating a path as a method, accumulating a grand momentum, such founders often have extraordinary power, incredibly strong.
This is the Grandmaster’s level of momentum application and enhancement. The successors after are often not as strong, partly due to the lack of this original grand momentum.
So....
He suddenly felt some anticipation...
One stood eight meters tall, the other three meters tall.
Standing on the high platform now, separated by ten meters. This distance is almost within reach given their heights.
Words ended here.
Four eyes met, blue light against blood flames.
"In a split second."
"I’ll finish you!" Zhang Rongfang raised his hands. The ground beneath him rapidly turned red, deepening in color.
"Rise!!"
With a thunderous roar, countless massive blood waters surged out from behind him.
Not only that, around the Sacred Inspector, in every position above, below, left, and right, blood waters appeared out of thin air.
Just in an instant.
The entire high platform was inundated with blood waters, completely covering the whole surface.
Numerous dark red blood instantly corroded and extinguished the blue electric light.
Without the blue light, the cave dimmed instantly.
In the shadow, only the blood flames from Zhang Rongfang’s eyes emitted a faint red glow.
"Is it over?" He stared at where the Sacred Inspector stood opposite.
"Of course not."
BANG!!!
With a loud noise, the blood waters exploded, a blue electric light figure suddenly charged towards Zhang Rongfang.
Both raised their hands simultaneously, punching.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!
The dense shadows of punches collided, the sounds overlapping, forming sound waves spreading outward, causing the surrounding cave walls to crack and pieces to fall off.
Hoo!
Zhang Rongfang’s entire body steamed with blood mist, the Blood Race Ancestor’s full potential speed fully revealed, exchanging blows with the opponent.
His two arms managed to block the Sacred Inspector’s huge fist shadows from his six arms in turns.
Raindrop-like punches fell crazily. The Sacred Inspector showed no signs of weakness that an elder should have.
His eyes were ablaze with blue light, seemingly more furious than during his fight with Yue Dewen.
But quickly, an invisible sound wave hit his head heavily.
The massive force, without warning, sent him flying backward.
His offensive pause, and his body was already flying back like a cannonball, crashing into the stone wall.
Not deep into the wall yet, the Sacred Inspector’s whole body shone blue again, shooting forward, pouncing at Zhang Rongfang.
But fast as he was, Zhang Rongfang was faster.
The blood shadow flickered.
A three-pronged, two-edged knife condensed from blood appeared out of thin air, tightly gripped in his hand.
Zhang Rongfang had already leaped into the air, wielding his knife with both arms, stabbing forward with full force.
FSSSH!!!
The tip of the blade pierced through the Sacred Inspector’s chest with terrifying acceleration, just a flash.
Unable to stop it, the speed difference between the two was too great.
The dark red six-meter-long three-pronged, two-edged knife carried the Sacred Inspector’s huge body, flew back again, smashing into the stone wall.
This time at the same spot as before.
BANG!!!
The cave wall exploded and caved in.
The hard rock shattered like dry crackers, into countless sand grains.
The grains turned into ripples, spreading outward and scattering.
The Sacred Inspector was pinned dead center in the cave wall depression, the knife tip in his chest ceaselessly injecting blood water into the wound, quickly extinguishing the blue electric light on him.
Vast amounts of blood swirled around him, rapidly covering and engulfing him.
But he showed no panic, just quietly watched Zhang Rongfang.
"You’ve won, young man."
"If I couldn’t win, I wouldn’t come." Zhang Rongfang replied.
"Makes sense." The Sacred Inspector started laughing again, "You are wiser, knowing when to advance and retreat, hahaha..."
He raised a hand, seemingly wanting to grab something.
"It’s a pity... If only back then...."
Crunch.
In an instant, cracks appeared all over his body, and he shattered with a crash into countless blue light points.
"I’ll be waiting for you at the Great Capital." The final voice echoed slowly in the air.
The Sacred Inspector’s illusion, along with the form of the Sacred Dance, shattered together and disappeared.
All blue light points dissolved and extinguished automatically, without needing blood water to extinguish them.